I...am an internet junky.  I'm sorry.  I have this thing.  Where I need to be by a computer.   For at least a little while out of every day.  Is that so wrong?  Some people need caffeine.  I need my computer.  I can't explain it, it's just a habit I seem to have gotten myself into.  Call me a geek all you want, I don't care.  I'm a "user" just like every one else.  Of course, I have my cigarettes and the pot too.  Oh goodness.  Too many vices.  And scottay.  And Karen.  And Clarence.  And Mel.  And...oh.  Vices.  I dunno what I'm going to do.

I bring up the junky business only because I hate people.  And the fact that they can't understand my need to be a junky without getting at least a little frustrated about it.  I don't understand.  I don't criticize their lifestyle.  Mleh.  Maybe I take it too far.  I don't think so really.  Okay, maybe a little.  I could...and have...gone without it though.  It's not a problem.  It's nice to get away sometimes.  But too much change and me are not a good thing.  I think I'm being interrupted here.  Hold please.

And so I was, but we'll have to wait and see if it really affects anything.  I don't really remember what I was thinking about in the first place, but the moment is lost.  The song is shit, the interruption just threw everything off course.  As did the change in song...hmmmmm...I'm trying to get it back, really I am, perhaps I need to change the tunage.  Hold again.

So how many times can I get on my computer and complain about the same things over and over again.  I feel like that's all that I'm really doing anyway.  Not expressing feelings, just flat out complaining.  Because I suck.  And all.  No, not entirely.  Only when asked nicely.  Wait, no, that didn't come out of my brain.  Excuse me while I slap my bad self.  Dirty school girl crackwhore....whoops, anyway, I'm babbling entirely too much I think.  I digress.

What is the opposite of digressing?  Well, that's what I'm trying to accomplish.  Regressing?  Help!!  Ahhh, my smoke...it burns....without being smoked.  Such a waste of roughly 25 cents.  Blah.  And and and...and I don't know what I want to say next.  I just want to bounce.  *Bounce bounce bounce*  Oooooookay, time for me to stop writing now i think.  Cracked.  Good Nite.